Excerpt from The Three Matchmakers

Excerpt from my first Little Shop fan fiction The Three Matchmakers. The complete fic can be viewed on my fan ficton website http://fanfiction.net/~showtunediva
The Three Matchmakers
Chapter 11: The Break In


That day the store was very active with a lot of hustle and bustle. It was the first day of holiday extended hours and Audrey and Seymour spent most of their day in the back room making flower arrangements for place settings for Thanksgiving. The Audrey Two leaned up against the wall drooping. Seymour has been too distracted to feed it lately and felt rather guilty for ignoring his prized creation.
After the final sale was made for the day Audrey locked the register and looked at Seymour.
“Pretty successful day today, huh?” she asked.
“Yeah. Definitely, I’m so beat. Tomorrow will be definitely a busy day as well.”
“Yeah I know.. gotta go home and gets lots of sleep though. Good night.”
Audrey leaned over and kissed Seymour.
“Good night Mr. Mushnik.” She called
Mr. Mushnik was in the back room doing a final end of the day inventory check. “Good night Audrey. He responded.”
Audrey left and headed up the road to Crystal Ronette and Chiffon’s apartment.
“Seymour is the register all locked up as well as doors and windows?”
“Yes, sir we’re all locked up for the night. Safe and sound.”
Mr. Mushnik emerged from the back room.”
“Good. Lock the door when I leave.”
“Okay. Good night Mr. Mushnik.”
“Good night Seymour.”
Mr. Mushnik left and Seymour promptly locked the door behind him and descended downstairs to his apartment.
It was around 11:30pm when Seymour heard what sounded like the sounds of smashed glass and broken flower pots.
He grabbed a baseball bat and flashlight and pounded up the stairs to investigate.
Who should he see standing at the register rifling through the cash drawer but no one other than Orin?
Seymour’s blood was boiling. This was the absolute lowest thing Orin could ever do.
“Orin, do you realize you are breaking and entering?”
“No, I guess not I’m only borrowing a couple of bucks to buy new supplies for my office.”
Seymour danced around the shards of broken glass and flower pots.
“How did you get into that cash drawer?”
“Last time I was here when I smashed the window in I called my friend over that has a machine that makes keys and had an extra key made.”
Seymour was furious.
“So you had every intention of robbing us?”
“Yes and I wanted to do it before but was afraid of getting caught I was hoping on getting away free and easy tonight too.”
‘Well that plan obviously failed because I caught you red-handed.’ Seymour thought to himself.
Seymour wanted to lunge across the counter and strangle him but then he remembered what happened at The Gutter and decided not to get physical. Orin could easily beat him to a pulp, no contest.
“You do realize that first you already owe us money from the last time when you broke the window and now owe us even more money.. probably more than the amount you’re stealing to pay the insurance for the window and secondly that you are breaking the restraining order?”
“No, guess I didn’t realize either of those things.”
“Well, perhaps you should have before you decided to rob us. I have no choice but to call the police. Stay where you are and don’t move.”
Orin obliged. There was really not much else that he could do at this point.
Seymour went in the back room and dialed the police station.
“Skid Row Police, what’s your emergency?.” The police dispatcher answered.
“Hello, this is Seymour Krelborne at Mushnik’s Skid Row Florists 1313 Skid Row. I’m calling to report a break in.”
“And has anything been stolen sir?”
“No inventory just an undisclosed amount of money from the cash drawer.”
“And who might the culprit be?”
“Orin Scrivello, Mr, Mushnik called about a week ago to have a restraining order placed against him.”
Seymour heard the sound of typing in the background.
“Yes sir, we have him on file for a restraining order. We will send someone over right away to arrest him.”
“Thank you.”
The phone went dead and within three minutes the police arrived.
“Skid Row Police, someone called to report a break in?”
“Yes sir, that’s me and your culprit is right over there. Seymour said pointing at Orin.
The officers went over to Orin and clapped cuffs down on him. “Okay, buddy. We’re taking you down to the station.” One cop said.
Orin simply grunted.
“Do you realize you are violating a restraining order?” the other cop asked.
“No, I guess not.”
Seymour rolled his eyes. Orin was not only a lowly creep but also kind of a bonehead. Perhaps he had inhaled far too much laughing gas to achieve ultimate pleasure while operating on his dental patients was getting to his head either that or he had drunk lots of alcohol at The Gutter before coming over to trash the store.
“How much money do you have there?”
“I dunno”
Seymour interjected.
“I would estimate about $350 .”
Orin sent a menacing glance at Seymour a look that said ‘If I wasn’t in these handcuffs I would bash your face in.’
“Don’t you worry Mr. Krelborne, this guy will be locked up for awhile. You won’t have to worry about him.”
“Thank you gentlemen. Good night” Seymour said escorting them out and once again locking the door.
The clock on the wall read 11:46. Seymour stayed up until 12:30 cleaning up the mess that Orin made. Hopefully this was the last time he would be anywhere near the shop.
On his way headed down to his apartment to go to sleep he heard a voice call out to him.
“Feed me.”
Seymour thought that was a little strange.
“Who’s there?”
“It’s me.”
“Who?”
Seymour went into the room in the back where all the flower arrangements were sitting, Audrey Two was sitting along the back wall.
“Twoey, you can talk?.”
“Of course, I can talk and I’m starving.”
“I have no food for you, you feast on blood and I have no blood for you.”
“Well then kill someone.”
“Who?”
“Orin.”
“He’s going to jail.”
“But do really think he’ll stay in there for long?”
Seymour thought long and hard about this
“Probably not.”
“So why not totally eliminate Audrey’s anxiety all together and just kill him?”
Seymour couldn’t actually believe he was having this conversation with a plant.
“I’m not the kind of guy that kills people and feeds their extremities to a plant.”
“Think about it.”
“I’ll consider it.”
“How long will it take you to consider?”
“A few days and then I’ll get back to you?”
“All right, but don’t keep me waiting any longer.”
“Okay, good night Twoey.”
“Good night.”
Seymour went back down to his apartment. Had he been hallucinating or had Audrey Two really just spoken to him and asked him to kill Orin?
‘I think I need a vacation.’ He thought to himself as he climbed into bed.


He tossed and turned for several minutes then clicked on his overhead light pulled out his journal and began to write.

I am boiling mad. Orin broke the restraining order once again and robbed the store. He told me that he planning to do this the first time when he vandalized the store. If he was smart he really should have robbed the store the first time he was here so he wouldn’t have had to make another late night excursion. I called the police and they took him away. I am almost positive that this is not the last I will see of him. I am so scared for what he might continue to do the store and that he could hurt Audrey again or more or less hurt me. Now I can see why Audrey is so afraid of him. To top things off I think all the stress of dealing with Orin and how much of pain in the ass he is being is starting to get to me. I just had a conversation with Audrey Two about killing Orin. Weirdest conversation I ever had with an inanimate object but at this point killing Orin seems like the most logical thing to do. But now that he’s in jail what can I do? He’s a menace to society so the only way I can kill him is if he escapes and I get him at just the right moment. What the hell? I am not even thinking straight or making logical sense. Time to call it a night.

Seymour.





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